How the Spin Station Stole an AC

It was the middle of the night.


The plans had been set for a week now, as we set forth from our Satan's heat trap of an apartment.


Our dear friend (for all tense and purposes, we shall call him- Frank-) had the mapped layout of the underbelly of (for all tense and purposes, let's call it... Hell) with every nook and cranny color coded for us, in the event that we should lose our sense of direction.


Or sanity. We were heading into a room called "Purgatory" after all.


Dressed in black, we escaped into the night and began our journey North. Ryan and I pushed a Jewel shopping cart while Emilia freeloaded in the wire basket. The road to the Hell building was smooth, save for one Power Trip when I accidentally shoved Emilia and shopping cart down the street as far as I could.


... and into a car.


But unscathed except from Emilia's piercingly annoyed glares, we arrived at the destination, set the shopping cart at our point of exit, and followed the map to the entrance.


We stepped into the labyrinth.


Down a few stairs, around a few corners, spiraling, turing, losing all sense of time and direction, we found the door. Labeled with a sign that read, "Purgatory", we took steps into a room no student but Frank had entered before.


Our eyes filled with tears as we took in the sight.
Rows and rows of Air Conditioners, as far as the eyes could see.


But for some reason, even though all we could think about was getting AC for DAYS, Emilia locked eyes with a little wire Penguin (which was missing a nose and a wing, by the way,) and refused to leave the basement without it. Here I am, carrying a box the weight of 3 small children, and SHE STUCK THE STUPID PENGUIN IN MY FACE LIKE IT WAS NOT A BIG DEAL. Like I didn't already have 50 pounds to carry, or that we weren't worried about getting caught or anything. She got greedy, folks. Never get greedy.


The journey back to the surface was all a blur. Happiness from our labor clouded any misstep we might have taken or any wrong we might have overlooked. Big heavy boxes, seated precariously in the cart, we headed home with our shields on our backs and the promise of cold sweet air in our hearts.


Even the penguin stayed in tact, even though I dropped it 4 times on every set of stairs, and right outside of the security guard's door. Never get greedy.


But alas... that night was not meant to be a blissful relishing in our booty.


Cuz the stupid little fucker was so hard to install! There was like, a zillion pieces, all square pegs for round holes, and my 4am mind couldn't handle another direction from the little stupid direction booklet. I don't rightly remember how i handled it, but I know I threw some useless little tubes and fucking bolts onto the ground.


Like the heroes of old, it was the journey that counted and not the jewels we have to show for it. Our hearts were filled with pride at the team work we had done, and what we had accomplished. Long poems and stories told from generations to come will do our journey justice. 


And we got it to work the next day, so HOO HA!